Beetlejuice Script Novels & Stories

"I’m a wolf, not a SpaceX rocket." "Not with that attitude," Jackie muttered. She suddenly sprinted toward him, and for a second, it looked like a standard attack. Instead, she vaulted off a nearby stump, tucked into a roll, and popped up behind him, poking him sharply in the ribs. "Beep." "Did you just say 'beep'?" Bryce asked, spinning around. "You’re dead," Jackie said with a smug grin. "Death by beep. It’s a very shameful way to go for a Beta."

Jace shouts in fear beating them out of his body while he begs for mercy “What are you?” Abaddon grins mischievously as he slowly walks towards him. He stops a few feet from him, his bones start to snap, his body bending in abnormal ways till a huge locust crawls out of his bloody mouth, hops on Jace who is screaming and slapping his body to knock off the locust but his attempts prove futile. The locust hops into his mouth and in attempt to vomit it, Jace swallows it

Naturally, they stopped in the Halloween supply store that was converted from a failed clothing store. While Chuck was insistent on a costume that was so bloody and disgusting it would inspire sickened looks from others at the party, Billy had his mind on something else. Some classic movie monster or pop culture figure that was instantly recognizable. What he eventually settled on was Beetlejuice. With a bald cap that came complete with tufts of green hair, Billy also picked up a makeup kit that would be perfect for adding the pale skin and darkened eyes of the ghostly bio-exorcist. Once Billy had everything he needed, he wandered over to where Chuck was pondering dismembered body parts and

Julian fell, and Maya caught him. "I’ve got you," she whispered. "Maya," Julian gasped. "The script—we need it. The clock’s almost at twelve." They raced to a wooden desk at the end of the river of blue ink. On it sat a single piece of yellow paper. Maya reached for it, but the crowned man stopped her. "You can’t change the beginning, Maya," he said. "The script says you die. That was the Author’s first line: 'The Doctor dies so the Soul can live.' It ends in tragedy."

I kept my face in a cool mask of indifference as she continued, the spear that was still in my shoulder burning hotly. “Have you forgotten so soon Beast? What got you here in the first place? You are a copy of your father! A brutish beast who can never love any-” Ma Jules spewed before I wrenched her head back, snapping it messily from her neck just as I felt her spine break under my foot and the body crumple to the gritty floor. I sighed heavily, howling a guttural dirge of exhausted victory as the full moon’s energy caressed the fur of my Alpha.

That would include her incredible trust fund as well as her even more incredible figure. Even though I had written the script and knew all of the dialogue, he took the time as director to block out the scene. Mal (dad): "If I read this scene properly, Jim convinces his wife, i.e. you Sue, to have sex with him. He tore out her diaphragm but allows her to find a condom big enough for him to keep her absolutely safe, which she is. You two simulate sex until he pulls out and shoots his two or three droplets on your pubic hair." [He assumed that I was somehow like him and would just have listless sex and then an orgasm in which a few rain drops would fall uselessly to the ground. BUT, that was no

Comforting, even. But something was off. “Babe?” I whispered, turning slightly to face him. “Hmm?” he mumbled, not opening his eyes. I hesitated, my fingers tightening slightly on his shirt. “Did you... plan this? The movie, I mean?” His eyes fluttered open, sharp now—alert. “What do you mean?” “The movie. That... that scene. Was it just random?” I asked, trying to keep my tone light but failing miserably. Justin sat up slowly, running a hand through his hair. “Jo, you think I planned to make you watch soft p**n so I could make a move?”

Leo chuckled as he walked around the bed until he was squatting down beside me. “Most people cry earlier,” he mused out loud. “Beg earlier… You? You’re holding it all in.” He took a pause, “It makes it more fun.” His alcoholic breath mixed with something metallic. I turned, but he caught my chin and wrenched my face back to his. “We could do you fast,” he whispered, as if it were a special deal. “But that wouldn’t be no fun at all.” I stared at the door. Willed it to open.

I could hear them laughing and talking happily about their progress. A splash of cold water on my face sobered me up a bit as Michael walked over with a whip. A whip… I shuddered as the sound shot through my mind. I tried to brace myself as he moved the hook above me to be closer to the middle of the room. I hopped along as the hook moved. “Stomp on her good foot with your pointy heel, Bea. It will make this more entertaining for us.” Michael commanded from behind me. Beatrice walked right up to me looking down her nose and ground the heel of her dress shoe into my bare foot as the pain shot all the way up to my back. I whimpered loudly from the pain as she patted my cheek with a cold smile.

"I was thinking about Carly and the others. I wonder when they'll be back." Jay slumped onto the sofa. "Who cares? Jasper and Carly are probably vacationing on some island. As long as the Abyss can't find them, they're safe." Aurora nodded. The next day, Aurora sent the script to Zane, who was furious. "Why do I have to act in whatever you tell me to?" Aurora: "You lost the bet. Fair and square." Zane: "..." On his end, Alaric had already contacted a director. Eastwood was closely involved in revising the script and dialogue to ensure maximum fidelity to the original.